Fighting on IM is actually almost better than in real life...at least if you're me and JC. He always gets pissed that I don't let him get what he wants to say in, so this is a great solution.
Although the tone is rather melancholy...we've really streched this relationship as far as we can I think, and just like an overused rubber band, or inelastic skin cells we may never work right again.
I'm up against my lifelong fight...when to patiently put on my "mother-sigh" and keep going, and when to take out my cahones and start blasting. My biggest problem is that when weak and tired, like after a fight, i'm playing the mommy more than I care to admit, so I slide, and I am weak, and he stays.
That will probably happen again today. I'm betting on it because I stress-fractured my foot yesterday where I broke it, and I took some vicodin to help with that before this fiasco, and its kicking in right about now. So I'm as calm as a tear stained snot faced person can be, and I dont want to play "stompy-stomp-stomp lets move out in a groucy huff" so I'll bend, and he knows.
How come days get to keep turning out like this?
